As they looked at each other, the lizard skill in Yang Fan's body quietly activated.
The tiger tattooed man saw Yang Fan sitting on the plastic stool in a daze and did not react. He could not see Yang Fan's expression clearly, nor did he know what Yang Fan was thinking. He seemed to feel that the other party was a little afraid of him, so he became even more arrogant.
The tiger tattooed man gave the order and waved his arm. The hooligans swarmed forward and pounced on Yang Fan. They bullied him with numbers and did not give in at all.
The tiger tattooed man was the fastest. He waved his club and walked at the front of the team, pouncing at them.
The moment the wooden stick was about to hit Yang Fan, Yang Fan's body tilted. The tiger tattooed man pounced on empty air, and the wooden stick brushed past Yang Fan's face.
WK! That was close. He almost bled.
After defending, it was time to counterattack. Two toothpicks flew out of Yang Fan's mouth and instantly passed through the tiger tattooed man's mouth, knocking out a few teeth and coming out from the other end. Although the toothpick was small, it was strong enough. The tiger tattooed man covered his bleeding mouth and rolled on the ground in pain.
He was ruthless, but you had to be even more ruthless than him. By making the other party lose their attack power, they would be less of a threat.
With one less opponent, the threat was reduced by one point. The action was all in Yang Fan's plan. Yang Fan's mentality was not anxious at all, and the other party, seeing their boss injured, all reached the edge of berserk.
The hooligan with a sword tattoo on his arm instantly lost his temper. He waved his fist and pounced on Yang Fan. Revenge for his boss was his only thought.
Seeing this, Yang Fan hid behind a table and was separated from the other party by a table. This distance ensured his own safety and could also make a correct judgment on the behavior of these hooligans.
It was not that Yang Fan did not make a move, he was just waiting, waiting for the most suitable opportunity to give the other party a fatal blow.
Yang Fan kept retreating, and the other party pressed on step by step. Yang Fan felt that their actions were a little more cautious. After all, he had defeated their boss.
The other party split into two groups and approached him from both sides, wanting to surround him by the table.
The sword tattooed man even had a smile on his face, as if victory was in his hands.
After exchanging blows with these few people, the other party's strength was exposed in front of Yang Fan. They were all three-legged cats, just relying on the number of people.
However, at this time, the hooligans who were on the verge of going berserk could not be underestimated. If they were really hit by the other party, Yang Fan might not be able to withstand it, so being cautious was the best choice now.
The hot soup on the table was still steaming. A layer of hot oil floated on it, but the temperature did not decrease much.
Yang Fan never needed to carry a weapon because he could use the objects beside him as weapons at any time.
This time, when the sword tattooed man attacked Yang Fan's side again, Yang Fan jumped slightly. The moment he flipped over the table, a basin of hot soup was thrown at the other party.
The sword tattooed man instantly fell to the ground and rolled around in pain. The hot oil was dripping all over her body. She would probably have to lie in the ward for a while.
The sword tattooed man instantly lost his combat ability.
At this moment, there were only two hooligans left who had combat power. They were struggling to maintain their reputation.
Whoosh!
Yang Fan felt a gust of wind behind his head.
When Yang Fan was not paying attention, one of them grabbed the wooden stick that had fallen to the ground. When Yang Fan was not paying attention, he swung it at the back of Yang Fan's head. If it hit, Yang Fan's life would probably be difficult to protect.
Yang Fan did not turn back and dodged sideways.
He casually grabbed the remaining skewers on the table and threw them at the other party's face with spicy oil. The other party did not have time to dodge and instantly left three deep wounds on his face. He rolled on the ground in pain.
It seemed that this person's combat strength had also been exhausted.
The last hooligan, seeing that the situation was over, pointed at Yang Fan and shouted,"Just you wait, just you wait!"
As she spoke, she retreated and fell. She got up, turned around, and slipped away.
Yang Fan picked up the remaining Sprite on the table and gulped down a few mouthfuls. This battle had consumed a lot of energy.
Looking at the figure of his opponent rolling and crawling away, Yang Fan smiled slightly and threw a beer bottle at him. The other party's performance was just so-so. Everything was as he wished. The fighting strength of the hooligans was indeed like a few ants, unable to withstand a single blow!
"Ding dong!" A crisp sound echoed in Yang Fan's mind. It seemed that the reward had arrived.
"Obtained 400 experience points."
When this voice appeared, Yang Fan heaved a sigh of relief. With the experience points, his ward mate had a chance to be saved, but at this moment, he should not be sure, so he called out the system in his brain.
"Calling the system, calling the system!"
[Ding-dong, the system has arrived!]
"If you have anything to say, please say it. If there's nothing else, I'll leave!”
He thought that he was the emperor. Hehe, what a big joke.
"System, can I exchange my experience points for healing potions?”
"Potion, healing? Treat what?"
"An incurable disease!" Yang Fan's heart was a little anxious. He was eager to know the answer.
"Well, I'll have to check the information. According to my experience, it should be possible.”
Ok! It seemed that the potion could be used.
"Do I need to exchange for it now?" the system asked.
Yang Fan thought about it and said,"I don't need it now."
"If there's nothing else, this system will retire.”
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